Huge rat with wings
The bird would hop onto a more stable portion of the cliff. The blue hues of the morning rays finally coming out in the early morning. The sky was clear, and because of her feathers the fall cold weather didn't bother her. As she ruffled her feathers she clicked her beak, she wanted to play and finding entertainment was hard. It wasn't like she needed to eat, but she did need to find a nice cliff head to break her bones she collected. Perhaps she could ask some wolves for help.
"My name is Flamie, and I'm a bearded Vulture!" she puffed up her chest, the vulture was taller than him so maybe that made it all the more intimidating. She was a predator much like him, a scavenger though. She lived off of the bone marrow that these kind of creatures left behind. Flamie hoped he was friendly, she wanted to play.